...it's not time

Yogis,
I really should practice what I preach.

Each March I share with anyone who will listen what I learned about what should be done in the yard/garden at this stage. In a nutshell, not a lot.

The bugs, butterflies and bees have their eggs buried beneath the fallen leaves, along dried plant stems and in wood piles. Many even overwinter themselves nestled into these areas. Rake and clean up too early and you are removing all of the biodiversity from your own little slice of nature.

This is also the time where birds and squirrels are feeding on the dried berries, nuts and seeds on last year’s growth to build strength and gathering dried leaves and brush to start preparing homes for their soon to arrive offspring. Taking it all away means they have no reason to settle there.

Yet on our first balmy day as I opened the windows to smell the earth the urge to ‘clean up’ hit hard. Well, I’ll just pull some of the invasives before they begin to grow again in earnest, I told myself.

Down on my knees I go as I pull the vinca I had planted in the early days before I knew of her desire to overreach. Reaching in I move the layer of fallen leaves and dig my fingernails beneath the dirt to be sure to get each section by the root. I’m almost done and feeling so productive when I feel a thorn in my finger. In a blink of an eye I know it isn’t a thorn. I pull my hand out to find a poor lethargic bee attached, doing her best to send me away.

It worked and my fingers felt like sausages in tight casings for several days. I apologized and tucked her back in.

It is still winter.

I go back to doing what can be done now. Picking up fallen sticks on the lawn. Trimming back old leaves on the Lenten rose plants. My earliest bloomer. Walking around to remind myself who I have and where I spread seeds in fall. And visualizing what is to come.

It’s not time yet,
SARAH

....feed the soul

Yogis,
I’m floating on my back. Arms stretched wide and legs long. Sun shining on my face and belly. The water is warm and calm. So dense with salt that no effort is required on my part. I lie weightless.

My ears are submerged, muffling the outside world. I can hear voices in the distance but they are garbled, yet the sound of my own breath is strong and clear. A steady rhythm. I am at peace.

My annual trip to the Virgin Islands feeds my soul.

It isn’t just the beauty….although there is an abundance. It isn’t only the warmth that wraps its arms around me as I take that first step off the plane. Or the gentle breezes that brush my winter weary skin. It’s all of that and so much more.

Every single thing about the trip brings me inner joy. I declared on day three that even my hair was happy to be there! Sun kissed and filled with salt. My legs love the morning hikes up cactus laden hills. My toes rejoice in being sandy. My sleep deep as the sea sings her song.

And the stars. Oh the stars……  Reminding me how small I am but how wide and wonderful the world is.

The rainbows, strolling wild donkeys and cows, conches on the ocean floor, lobster and fresh caught fish at meals, Carib, hummingbirds and orchids. All of it.

We all have places or things that remind us of who we are and make our soul sing. Others for me are having my hands in the dirt, sitting on the porch watching an incoming storm, smelling a lavender plant, witnessing a sunrise.

It’s important that we know what ours are and make the time for them in this busy life. They make all the difference on us being fulfilled.

What nourishes your soul?

Feeling full,
SARAH